Author's note: I wish people who read this short novel get a chance to think about what it means to be happy.
5.Many days passed. It was Monday, the day for plunder. Even though it was still bright outside (we cats slept when it was bright), all the cats were busy and loud as they prepared for the day’s action. All the commotion made me lose my beauty sleep. I swore I would give them a good scold later.
A few hours later, it was dark outside. It was time to act. I remembered how I had been so nervous when I was new; there was nothing new to it now. I had done this over fifty times.
Finally, all the preparations were finished. The sky cats had lined themselves up in a phalanx formation. As their leader I stood at the front, announcing the beginning of our attack with a powerful howl.